She pushed Lu Jing away and said, "I've already taken revenge."

Lu Jing pinched her chin, his lustful eyes gleaming with a cold edge, "Have you taken revenge, or are you still unable to forget the old love?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Zhou Qian lost his patience and tried to pry his hand away.

Lu Jing was furious. He raised her hands above her head and held them tightly. "Because of you, his brother and I have nothing to do. Do you think I will let you go?"

Zhou Qian struggled, but it was no use. "Don't put the blame on me. You and Lin Chenyi are just a pair of fake brothers."

"My relationship with him is a matter between him and me, but if you try to flirt with me, don't think you can get away with it easily."

Zhou Qian was so angry that he wanted to curse, "What on earth do you want to do?"

Lu Jing unbuckled his belt with one hand, his blazing eyes fixed on her. "It's a matter of reciprocity. I'd like you to do some exercise, the kind you do in bed."

"..." When Zhou Qian said this, he never thought that one day he would have to pay it back in full. "My waist is injured, so it's not convenient for me."

She made up a lame excuse, and then heard Lu Jing's teasing chuckle.

"You don't have to move."

“…”

…

Lin Chenyi charged his phone, turned it on, dealt with a few company matters, and then prepared to call Zhou Qian.

I called Zhou Qian several times before, but she never answered the phone. I don’t know where she went.

At this moment, the bedroom door made a rhythmic noise.

The heat that Lin Chenyi had suppressed with great difficulty was now stirring again. He tugged at the collar of his shirt and stared at the door with a dim gaze.

As a man, there should be no one who does not envy Lu Jing's life of dying under the peony flowers and living a romantic life even as a ghost.

Lin Chenyi dialed Zhou Qian's number, and surprisingly, it worked this time.

He put the phone to his ear, and at the same time, a phone rang in the bedroom.